Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.